First Day of Work

I'm pretty sure that my first day at my new job will likely become an episode of some slap-stick sitcom. After an hour and a half commute to work, getting lost twice, I stopped into a little cafe to take the edge of an already stressful, sticky morning. After gobbling down three medialunas and a coffee I was informed that the restaurant i was at could not accept my 100 peso bill because it was too large, and did not take visa. With crumbs on my face and the caffeine finally circulating through my bloodstream, it dawned on me that this was a problem. After leaving the cafe without paying, and promising to return, i sped quickly down the little cobblestone street with three minutes to spare before my first english lesson. This is probably around the time that a painter, plastering a roof above the sidewalk, dropped his plaster from the roof onto the street. Luckily his plaster didn't land on the sidewalk--that would have been a mess. It landed on me. More specifically onto my new boots and pants. Perfect. Near tears, and already on the brink of quitting, I finally reached the building i needed. With no desk to hide my plastered-self behind, I met my first student, Ernesto... the producer of the FOX network for all of Argentina. Thank god he wasn't some big shot or something, that would have been embarrassing. So tomorrow's round two.. wish me luck. 

Friends

Yay!! So now I have friends! Over the weekend Brian and I met my coworkers at a really fun bar called ACABAR, in Palermo. We drank a bunch of Iguana beer and chatted until early in the morning, and it turned out to be a lot of fun. Brian is making man-friends through a soccer league here in Buenos Aires. They have games at 10:30 at night, which seems a bit late to me, but it seems like a lot of homoerotic fun for everyone. Go team!

Haircuts.

In an effort to look a bit more professional, Brian and I got haircuts. I may or may not have involuntarily whimpered as a pile of Brian's bright yellow hair got swept into the garbage, but I think we both came out looking okay. The first company I interviewed at told me I looked 12, but it's cool. I've always wanted.. to look.. 12. 

Jobs

We've been interviewing like crazy here, and it seems like there is a ton of work for certified English teachers and tutors. I've accepted a super serious job through a company that will most likely tell me i'm not qualified enough in about 2 weeks, but for now, i'm psyched. Although the offers to work have been really exciting, the highlight of my week was finding a yoga loft close to the apartment that offers lessons for 5 pesos. The spiritual/physical journey begins NOW. Equally as exciting, we discovered a vegetarian restaurant that sells great food by the kilo right around the corner. Before this I was literally existing on coffee, pastries, pizza, and squash. My friend protein and I plan to resume our friendship immediately. 

Arrival.

So, we made it! Our flight was great, our bags were on time, and customs was a breeze. Brian and I  found a little apartment in Almagro, and it's perfect! Everything in our place seems to be working (minus the oven, toilet, and doorknob) and we are conveniently located next to a big park. So far our days have been spent walking around the city, downing coffee and pastries, and learning how to cook. Mastering the Spanish language is taking a bit of time, but after three days here i can confidently ask "where is the bathroom?" and "how much for a coffee with milk?". Needless to say, I'm basically fluent.